Page 56 of Rafferty's Rules
‘Then say it.’
‘Rafferty’s Rules,’ I whisper, dipping my head.
‘That’s what I thought it said. Now write them down,’ he rumbles, throwing back his head as he rocks into me again. ‘Both of them.’
So I do with a wobbly hand and messy writing.
Orgasm lots
Watch porn
This would be more appropriately called Alyssa’s Wish List. Like on Amazon but for experiences.
‘What else should we add to the list?’ When I don’t answer, he adds, ‘What else haven’t you done?’
Oh, Rafferty, so many things. We’d probably need a whole ream of paper.
‘This was supposed to be about making you feel in control,’ I say, dropping my head to the note.
‘What about this doesn’t strike you as me being in charge?’ His words rasp in my ear, and he pulls my hands above my head as though to make a point. ‘Now spill.’
My mind swirls with the answer I can’t say, and I blurt the first thing that comes into my head.
‘Skinny dip.’ That wasn’t so bad. There’s no pool here, so unless he’s going to take me to a nudist beach—damn. What if there aren’t nudist beaches in Sydney, and he persuades me to skinny dip anyway?
‘How do you feel about dirty talking?’
‘I... I’m not opposed.’ How bad can it be? Or even how good? And I expect with his mouth and his accent it’ll be off the charts kind of good.
‘Excellent.’ The smile in his words and the husky timbre of his voice twist my insides into knots. ‘Because if we’re doing this, I’m going to have you inallthe ways.’
Suddenly, I don’t care what he wants to list or that the purpose of the thing has been twisted out of all recognition. It was little more than a ruse to begin with; a means to get him to give me whatIwant. But as I find myself trapped underneath him, grinding desperately against the seam of my shorts at every press of his hips, I’d gladly give him anything and everything he wants.
I make to turn to express some semblance of this when his lower body flattens mine to the bed.
‘Don’t turn around.’
His command almost steals my breath, and I exhale jaggedly as I nod. I say again, I’m pretty much putty in his hands. I’ve never felt as turned on as I do right now, and I think I might be into the whole bossy in bed thing.
‘Write it all down,’ he growls.
Yes, sir ...
Skinny dip
Dirty talk
I write with my shaking hand.
‘I’m sure we’ll think of other things, but for now... ’ Rafferty slips his hand under my stomach to unbutton my shorts.
‘Now?’ I repeat desperately. ‘Are we going to have sex now?’
‘Mmm,’ he murmurs, his lips pressed into my neck. ‘I thought I’d start by eating your pussy first.’
As his fingers dip into my plain cotton panties, all I can muster is a husky, whispered,‘Yes.’But that doesn’t seem like an adequate response. ‘Yes, please. I’dverymuchlikethat.’ And that sounds like a little too much.
‘Such a good girl.’ I almost moan with disappointment as his body lifts from mine, but then he rolls me onto my back. He stands, then grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head. His chest is broad and his skin the colour of caramel. A dusting of fine hair covers his chest, tapering to, I know, an arrow pointing at the bulge beneath the dark denim.I want to touch him—I want to run my hands over his taut, warm flesh, trail my tongue over his chest, and feel the steady thud of his heart. But for now, I’ll content myself with watching him loosen his jeans.
